FryingMan

+(f) long earlier dream, playing cards with people

+ Back in old home
Wandering around inside and outside our old home for a long time. We've returned. Out in the garden I'm amazed to find some plants of ours still growing. They're short but they're living. I pick a leaf or two from them and hold them up for my wife to see. I'm doing something with our cars which are in the garage.

Inside, something's not right. Before we sold the house we refinished all the floors to brand-new condition, but these floors are dull and scratched. I ask my wife "didn't we refinish the floors so that they were shiny and new-looking?" I think the realtor must have been letting people inside the house while we were away. I'm confused and am trying to remember correctly.

Outside I walk up to a car in our driveway (not our car). It is a white, low, sports car, like a miata, with its front pointing towards the street. I see that the gasoline tank cover section on the right rear corner of the car (which lifts up and is made of the car body material) of the car has been left lifted up exposing the gas cap. I think this means somebody has been perhaps siphoning away the gas. I think of opening the gas cap and smelling to see if there's any gas left. I also think about shaking the car to feel for the sloshing gas. I move on.

I look back at the house and see "our cars" parked in the driveway in a way that seems to encroach on public space a bit, but it's still part of our property so we have the right. The house that abuts up against ours also has a parking area covered in concrete outside. That area is on an incline that covers the corner, I think they can park their car there but it is less convenient than our place. A woman turns the corner and stops in her tracks when she sees our cars in there positions, she thinks they don't belong there.

I'm (sitting?) on the pavement near several women who I think are discussing my house (and the cars?). I wonder if they recognize me as the owner of my house but I don't think they do, and I listen in to what they're saying. A third woman indicates that she doesn't care about what's going on.

Inside (my house?) there are two women, and one is trying to fill a bucket up (to water plants) from a strange tap but can't get the water out. I start some sort of pumping motion with the tap which gets water flowing, and then I figure out I can turn the handle and water will flow without pumping.

Outside on the street, I'm riding scooters with (3?) other guys. There is a sign that indicates that the lesser-experienced skater should now get the front position on the scooter and I see the 2-man scooter the back skater takes the front position. Then we approach a 90-degree corner turning to the right, and there is another sign that <some name, famous skilled skater> should take the front position due to the speed and the difficult corner. There's a short straight section, then a 90-degree corner turning to the left, and the other skaters start to cut the corner, crossing into the oncoming traffic lane. I tell them not to do that, because some actor guy (who played Scotty on the original Star Trek) could come barreling around the corner in a car. I struggle to remember his character's name, and finally say "Scotty."

+(f, impression) something about loading up into a space ship